“Soldier’s Heart” by Gary Paulsen Chapter 10 – June 1867

It was clean and free of rust and corrosion, greased and capped and fully loaded, the walnut grips so shiny they looked deep and almost red. It was a pretty thing, he thought. The revolver was as pretty as anything he’d seen, black and shining, and he held it for a moment, hefting it. ................
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